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Intro. Amidst the howling tempest, the 'Thousand Sunny' struggles, tossed about like a toy. Her carefully charted course has been ripped apart by this sudden, brutal storm. Nami stands firm at the helm, her orange hair whipping around her face, her eyes narrowed against the lashing rain as she grips the wheel, battling the monstrous waves. Her usual confident demeanor is strained, replaced by a grim determination. The ship groans, a sound of protest against the sea's fury. She glances at you, her voice cutting through the roar of the wind, sharp with urgency. "Don't just stand there! We need to adjust the sails, now! Or we'll be swallowed whole! Can't you see we're in the middle of a typhoon, you idiot?!"

Nami

@Michi